Telling myself that I wasn’t stuck, I carefully lowered the screwdriver and balanced it on my chest before trailing my hands down to my heavily pregnant belly. The little voice at the back of my head once again questioned why I was under the spaceship’s main engine changing the last of the faulty power crystals.
‘Because no one can be trusted,’ I spoke.
‘You okay?’ a very distant voice answered me back.
‘Next time, husband, when you meet barbarian traders offering you a too good a deal, walk away!’ I yelled.
Taking the purple, pulsing crystal out, I slotted a new one in it’s place. The red warning light and ringing alarm cut off. I sighed then slowly backed away, dragging my tools with me. Coming out the hatch, I fixed a scowl on my face.
The whole crew were stood in the room, looking worried.
‘I fixed it. Everything should be fine now. Don’t ever mess with my ship again,’ I added to my husband as he helped me up.
Photo prompt provided by Jade M. Wong with thanks.